🌻 When the Little Girl Becomes a Superhero 🌻

✨There’s a kind of magic born in the ache..the kind that teaches you to breathe through the fire and find your wings in the ashes. This is the story of becoming..not the kind that happens overnight, but the kind that unfolds in whispers, chemo chairs, and quiet miracles. ✨

💫 There’s a quiet moment between the fight and the faith…it’s a place where your body whispers, “I’m still here.” And somewhere inside that stillness, the little girl you used to be finally looks up and realizes she’s become the woman she’s always needed.

Cancer has a way of stripping you down to your essence. It peels away the parts of you that once depended on certainty, things like your hair, your plans, your rhythm, your ease. But what it cannot take is your spirit’s fire. You start to notice it in the smallest ways: the way you breathe through the nausea, the way you smile back when your reflection feels unfamiliar, the way you whisper “Alhamdulillah” even as your heart trembles.

That’s when it happens..the awakening.

Not loud, not cinematic, but right there in that moment.

You start to feel your own divinity in the fight. You start to trust your softness as strength. You realise your tears are sacred water and your scars…they are not disfigurements…baby they are portals!

The little girl inside you…the one who used to think that superheros wore capes…finally sees the truth.

They don’t.

They wear hospital gowns and head wraps..

They carry infusion bags instead of shields..

They use faith as their sword.

Every drop of chemo becomes a baptism in courage.

Every sleepless night becomes a vigil for your rebirth.

Every prayer uttered through trembling lips becomes proof that love still lives inside you…unbreakable and unburned.

And one morning, when the light hits your face just right, you see her..the little girl…smiling, proud, whispering: “You did it, You became her.”

🌿 Healing is not just survival…its transformation.

It’s the alchemy of turning fear into faith, pain into poetry, and fragility into power.

When the little girl becomes the superhero, she doesn’t save the world…she saves herself.

And somehow, in doing that, she saves us all. 🌿

💭 Written in the quiet moments between chemo and sunrise..when the grace felt like the only thing keeping me upright. This one’s for every woman learning that her softness was strength all along. 💭